Black Moon

Nakita

AN: Okay people, I finaly did it. I finished chapter three. Not as great or as long as I would like it to be but I can't leave you all hanging forever. Okay so, I haven't started on chapter four so I'm gonna go ahead and worn ya that it might take me a while. On that note, if anyone would like me to email them when I finally do update, let me know. I really am going to try harder to finish it quickly though, I promise.

Thank you all for the lovely reviews and enjoy.

====Chapter 3====

As I pulled into my driveway I noticed anther car was already there. I couldn't tell you what kind of car it is, I'm not really a car person. It's bright yellow though and that means it's Phoebe's.

She was one of my two best friends. She had been a friend of a friend once. We had all had dinner, and Phoebe and I had gotten along so well. To make a long story short the other friend is no longer in the picture.

I guess I forgot we had planned a movie night.

She had a key to my house and was already inside. I heard the TV on in the conservatory. I don't have a TV in my living room. I like to keep that room simple. A TV just wouldn't fit well in the room. That and the fact that the one I had in there got bumped a little to hard once. It fell and I just don't see the point in buying a new one when I have four others in the house.

When I walked into the room I noticed there was music. She was watching some concert on PBS.

"Hey Pheebs." Damn Harry Conic Jr. can play the piano. Phoebe stood in the middle of the room. She was wearing a black zip up sweater with black sweatpants and white socks. No need to dress up for a night of TV

"Hey. Okay so, I got that 'Laws of Attraction' movie I told you about."

I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off. "Now I know you said no romantic
movies but get over it, okay? Julianne Moore and Pierce Brosnan, come on! Just because you can't find romance doesn't mean you have to stop watching it." She was waving the dvd box around as she talked as if it helped her get her point across. The remote sat forgotten in her left hand.

"Well, that's where you're wrong." She gave me a questioning look. "I might have found some romance." I plopped down on the wicker love seat behind her. My face neutral.

Phoebe turned on her heel, her eyes lit up. She pointed the remote back at the TV and turned it off without looking at it. She sat on the love seat facing toward me, crossing her legs Indian style.

"Tell me everything."

I smiled at that and quickly forced my face to neutral again. "I can't." I said getting up.

"You can't? What do you mean you can't? You can't leave me hanging her, come on." She was giving me her best sad face.

"I can't, because I kind of forgot about movie night and I have to get ready for my date." I said, I was hoping she's be so happy I found a guy that she wouldn't be mad.

"So soon? When did you meet the guy?" she asked. Apparently she wasn't mad.

"Yesterday. Okay, no more grilling. You go, I have to get ready." I walked out of the conservatory toward the stairs.

"Well, I wanna meet him," she said, following me, jogging a little to keep up.

"No." I said sternly. Sometimes I forget why I have friends.

"Why not?"

"Phoe-be!" I said, bringing out the syllables in her name.

"Pi-per," she mocked. I had stopped walking and I turned to glare at her.

"Well, I'd be more than happy to leave, but being as you're parked behind me..." she trailed off.

I threw my hands up in defeat. "Ugh! Fine, but if you do one thing to embarrass me..." Now I trailed off.

She held up three fingers with her thumb and pinkie touching. "Scouts honor."

"You were never a girl scout." I said, the annoyance now slipping from my voice. I began to walk up the stairs with Phoebe in tow.

"Still counts," she said. "What are you gonna wear?" Good question.

I had no idea where we would be going. Phoebe went straight to my closet examining all my clothes. I'd bet my right arm that she would pick out the slink outfit in there. Sure enough, she pulled out a deep red spaghetti strapped dress, it left little to the imagination. She walked over to me with the dress, holding it in front of me, sizing it up.

I pulled the dress against me, took one quick second to glance at the mirror before walking back to my closet with it.

To tell you the truth I was suprized she hadn;t pulled out my black teddy. Granted it was at the back off the closet and she probably hadn't seen it.

Phoebe laid out on my bed across the pillows.

"Giving up so soon?" I asked. She knew I wouldn't like anything she picked out.

"What's the point? You're going to say no to all my picks and choose something yourself, something boring." See, she knows the routine.

While I hung the dress back up I decided I liked the color of it and I picked out a tank top that wasn't quite as red, but almost. It had a V-neck that wasn't low cut enough to show anything off. Now the pants were easy. I just pulled out a pair of black dress-pants that I usually wore to work. I got a pair of clean underwear and a fresh bra, and set it all on top of my dresser.

Phoebe's eye's followed me as I walked toward the door.

"Go back to your TV I'm taking a shower."

I have two showers. One is an old fashion tub, the kind that's not attached to the wall other that by the water pipes. I also have a shower with three glass walls that sits in the corner.

When I take a shower I only use the glass one. I guess I like that I can see threw the walls so no one can sneak up on me and pull a psycho.

Reaching into the shower I turned on the water and waited for it to reach the perfect tempter. I never have understood those people that get in and then turn on the freezing cold water.

My shampoo smells fantastic. It's lavender herbal essence. I love how I'll be going about through my day and suddenly I can smell my hair. God, that's a wonderful feeling.

To shave of not to shave. Normally, I would have shaved this morning, had I had more time. I didn't really need to shave, plus I would be wearing pants. On the other hand, I always feel better about myself after I've shaved. But, if I shaved now I'm sending myself a message that it's okay to sleep with this guy. Would that be such a bad message?

What the hell, I shaved.

AN: Don't be afraid to give bad reviews people. If I'm not afraid to get them you shouldn't be afraid to give them.